"Not to mention you only have two-thirds divine blood. Even if you really were a god, you wouldn't be worth mentioning in front of me." Meruem didn't even look at Gilgamesh standing atop the streetlamp.
"Vermin! You're courting death!" Countless Noble Phantasms extended from behind Goldie, and the entire space behind him shook violently.
Goldie was practically driven insane by Meruem's words. Already arrogant to the extreme, he never expected to run into someone here who was even more arrogant than he was.
No one had ever dared talk to him like this—never! Anyone who heard the name Gilgamesh, no matter how displeased they were with him, still had to acknowledge his identity as the oldest king.
Yet in front of Meruem, none of that worked at all.
Don't forget—Meruem wasn't from this world. The so-called "oldest king" meant nothing to Meruem. If anything, someone who hadn't even conquered a single world dared claim "above heaven and below, I alone am supreme"? Ridiculous. Meruem had dominated more than one plane of existence. In the Dragon Ball world, he'd even advanced to the level of ruling over cosmic galaxies. Compared to that, a mere Sumerian region—just a small patch on Earth—was laughably small-minded.
If Goldie crowned himself the oldest king, then what is Frieza? What is Cooler? What is King Cold? Those are the real, bona fide emperors of the universe.
Besides, is Gilgamesh, king of ancient Sumer, really the "oldest king"? If the Holy Grail system didn't exclude Chinese heroic spirits, then among the Yellow Emperor, the Flame Emperor, Shennong, Suiren—whose legends aren't older than Gilgamesh?
Well, fine—those are legends and can't be counted in the Holy Grail War. Put that way, there's nothing more to say.
"Die, mongrel!" Countless Noble Phantasms shot toward Meruem at high speed, with a clear intent to turn him into a pincushion.
"Irisviel!" Seeing this, Artoria was shocked. She immediately raised her holy sword and moved in front of Irisviel. Goldie's Noble Phantasm barrage wouldn't care whether it hit bystanders. Even if his priority was killing Meruem, if others got swept in, he'd only say they deserved it.
More accurately, Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon pulled everyone present into its line of fire.
In his fury, Goldie was releasing at least a hundred Noble Phantasms in a single volley.
"If you released their True Names, or stepped forward to fight me directly, I might actually find it troublesome. But if you're just going to recklessly throw away Noble Phantasms like this, then sorry—I'll accept every single one of them." Meruem raised an eyebrow as he watched the Noble Phantasms streak toward him. The moment he provoked Goldie, he already knew Goldie would use the King's Treasury.
But without releasing True Names, you can't bring out a Noble Phantasm's full effect. Goldie's approach could at most bring out about thirty percent of their true power.
For example, take Artoria: if Excalibur's True Name isn't released, it can't display the full might worthy of its Anti-Fortress title—or rather, it can't fire its ultimate attack at all.
Unhurried, Meruem simply extended one hand toward the countless Noble Phantasms.
"This guy... is he insane?" The others watching couldn't help thinking. Using his body to take Noble Phantasms head-on? Isn't that suicide?
Even if the King's Treasury volleys could only use thirty percent of a Noble Phantasm's power, it still had overwhelming numbers and high-quality weapons. Just among what Goldie had, at least half were AAA-rank or higher. An attack like that is something even a strengthened Berserker wouldn't dare tank. Heracles, with Twelve Labors and twelve lives, was locked down by Enkidu's chains and then pierced to death by countless Noble Phantasms.
"Hmph. Vermin should die." Goldie's lips curled into a mocking smile, as if he could already see Meruem being skewered by his Noble Phantasms. "Those who offend a king can only atone with death!"
So bold and reckless, spouting wild arrogance—he'd thought the other guy had some trick, some ability. Turns out he's just mentally unstable.
"Other-Dimensional Space!" Just as the Noble Phantasms were about to pierce Meruem's body, and everyone instinctively shut their eyes, Meruem moved—and the space in front of him rippled as well.
Those countless Noble Phantasms falling from the sky didn't land as everyone imagined. Instead, as if swallowed by something, they vanished one after another right in front of Meruem.
The best way to deal with the King's Treasury is Gemini's signature Gold technique: Other-Dimensional Space.
When cultivated to the highest realm, Other-Dimensional Space can even open a divine passage anywhere at will. It can also freely send the enemy into another dimension for exile, making them lose themselves in the countless, endless layers of dimensions.
"What? How is that possible?! They disappeared?" The Servants were shocked, and the way they looked at Meruem gained a hint of wariness. They'd already thought the gold-shining guy with countless Noble Phantasms was hard enough to deal with—who would've expected an even stranger one on this side.
A power this eerie forced caution. After all, most Servants had no idea what "spatial abilities" even were.
"Vermin—where did you send my Noble Phantasms?" Goldie was experiencing something for the first time: his invincible King's Treasury actually failing. Well—ever since Enkidu.
"I simply sent the trash you were throwing around to where it belongs—the garbage incinerator. What, not happy? If you're not happy, then be not happy. Someone like you, with nothing but filth pouring out of your mouth, dares call yourself a king?" Meruem continued provoking Goldie.
"Hmph. Interesting. I didn't expect to run into something this interesting here. I'd like to see where your limit lies... so, how about you try this one?" Goldie didn't fly into the rage Meruem expected. Instead, he looked at Meruem with lively interest. As expected... even though Goldie's personality was awful—arrogant and quick to anger—at critical moments he was still very calm. To be called the oldest king, he really did have some ability.
Or perhaps that arrogance and temper were simply something he displayed for others.
This time, the entire night sky was flooded with golden light. The rippling behind Goldie expanded to cover almost the whole sky. And the Noble Phantasms extending out of it numbered at least... over three thousand.
Gate of Babylon: full firepower!
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